we didnt talk much, we didnt hang out
but your stuck in my head
i cant believe your gone now
you left so young
16 to be exact
time to sleep little brother
your going on a trip
i'll meet you there someday
just relax
let go
god bless you.
R.I.P to my friend terrence.
Warm and poignant tribute...Watch your spelling, and consider writing out numbers(sixteen) as opposed to 16...just makes a more crisp, and eloquent presentation. I enjoyed this, Amber, and please accept my condolences on the passing of someone who was obviously a good friend... ~FjR~
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful...........